Heat fills my stomach, and I want to torture him the same way he’s torturing me. “Can you not handle it, Wolfe? Won’t know what to do with me?”
Another primal growl comes out of him, and I am hard as a fucking rock. “If you let me—” He exhales and then tries again, “If you open that door, I will take you any time I want you.” He skims his lips under my jaw. “I’ll come up behind you in the kitchen while you’re making coffee, after practice when you’re scrolling, in the middle of the night… Any whim I have, I will take.”
A whimper I hadn’t intended left me.
“I’ve been starving for months, Angel. Think very carefully before you give me an answer.”
THIRTY
WOLFE
Ifucking want him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being inside Archangel since we talked about it, but we haven’t had time. We left for back-to-back games as soon as we got home. We aren’t in the same room anymore traveling, so we don’t get any alone time.
We have three days home before we leave for more games, and I’m determined not to waste them, but I can’t figure out how to approach it. He retreats back into his shell as soon as we leave Georgia, and I can’t bear it happening again. I know a lot of this is for show in front of his family and to stick it to his sister, but the more we do this, the more I want him to see me.
It’s our only day without practice, and we’ve spent it in each other’s company, but mostly in silence. Most of the day is already gone, and we’ve barely spoken. No progress or even just a simple conversation. I need a new plan.
After a snack, I climb back into bed, driven by the fading daylight to make something happen. Anything.
He’s laying on his stomach, feet in the air, scrolling on his phone. I lay on my side watching.
I’m so fucked.
I still can’t figure out in my brain how this happened. It was just a thing, and now I’m up to my neck and can’t figure out how to tell him.
“Let’s go do something.” I’ve been thinking about it since we got home, and the only conclusion I can come up with is a date. Or lots of dates. Show him we can do it.
He drops his phone and rolls to his side to face me. “It’s our only day off and colder than a witch’s tit, and you want to go outside?”
“Yes.” I stroke a finger over his hip.
“Why? What could possibly be enticing you?” He’s leery but doesn’t pull away from my touch.
“It’s our only day off. Tomorrow will be full, and then we leave the next day. I don’t want to waste the day.”
He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “Why?”
“Because I want to spend time together, just you and me.” I hold my breath.
His brows lift. “Just the two of us?”
“Yes.” If he asks, I’ll have to tell him the truth. I just hope he doesn’t.
“What are we doing?” He shoves out of bed, going to his closet, which is a good sign.
“I’m not telling you.”
“You look good,”Archangel side-eyes me as we wait for the train.
I’m in the new forest green herringbone coat he bought me for the holidays, and a scarf from his mother. He lets his gaze linger, and I’m not looking away. He’s in wide-leg jeans with bigrips in the knees, and fishnets under. One of my favorite things he wears. It’s such a tease to get a flicker of it when he moves.
I turn, adjusting discreetly, but he sees and gives me a questioning look.
I lift my shoulders and nod at him. He points at himself as the train approaches. I walk toward him, my chest bumping into his as the doors open. He steps back onto the train, not looking away. I join him, but he’s only given me enough space to barely get on board, pressing our chests together. I don’t move to the side, I stay there, squeezed between him and the door.
“Yes, you.”
“Why?” He tilts his face up.
